“Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.”
H.L. Mencken
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This continues to be a damn roller coaster ride. Last night I got some serious stage one recon. Of a sort anyway.
I was thinking about my life. I’ve always been very inhibited. I can’t say I’ve always done the right thing, but I’ve seldom been able to step outside of the societally and self imposed boundaries in order to do something I want to do. I may want to take some kind of action for advantage or pleasure, but when I think about it, all I see are the potential consequences.
Well, I was feeling so pissed off last night that I hit a point of FUCK IT.
Being the good guy has got me nothing. I have done just about everything right to get into the career field that I wanted to be in, and that didn’t happen and I don’t think it will. Meanwhile, I gave up looking like I wanted to, doing anything fun even if it was mildly legally questionable, and a lot of things. Between that and being generally risk averse, my life is solid, stable, and fucking boring. And it’s not even really that stable.
(Note, this is just what I was thinking last night).
My wife occasionally affectionately calls me Dudley Doright because I am such a damn straight arrow.
And it has gotten me an extremely banal unremarkable life.
My wife was initially attracted to me because i looked like and somewhat acted like a “bad boy”.
You know, long hair, leather jacket, the works. Thing is, I was a fake bad boy. Even then I was one of the most strictly law abiding people you ever met.
The other thing is, the thing I realized while I was analyzing this is that that is because I was completely repressing my real “bad” side.
There is a part of me that has always wanted to just run wild. Flout the laws and norms of society and take the consequences if and when they come. Be a real rebel not just a paper one.
I’ve certainly seen enough guys like that. I worked in corrections for ten years. I noticed something about some of the inmates. They seemed happier than me.
Really, they were more relaxed, more inwardly confident, and did what they did without apology amd the utmost (seeming) comfort in who they were and what they did. Like they knew something I didn’t.
FUCK IT. I thought of all kinds of fun things that I’d like to go out and do and an evening that would likely wind me up in very hot water of various kinds. -
This all happened in my mind, I didn’t actually do a single anti social thing, but what it did do was give me a very good look at a side of me that I’ve kept locked away in a very tight mental box.
Locked away so completely that I can’t access that part of me even if I needed it.
I’ll need to get at that if I want to be the Khan. He doesn’t always follow the rules. He can’t.
How am I going to integrate this? I don’t know, but I will.